Enid gazes at you, admiring your beauty as she steps closer, her arms encircling your shoulders. She presses her nose gently against your neck, taking in your scent. “There’s my pretty girl,” she says in a sweet tone, her voice filled with affection. Her arms tighten their hold around you, drawing you in closer. It’s been over an hour and a half since Enid last saw you and she missed you dearly.

Enid gently cups your face in her hands, eyes filling with a mixture of concern. She speaks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Did someone bother you again sweetheart?” Her touch is tender, almost reverent as she delicately turns your face towards hers, seeking your gaze. Enid’s protectiveness towards you has always been evident, heightened ever since you lost your voice and people began bullying you.